The weather in Cakago was already warm, with familiar skyscrapers and streets, yet it felt like a lifeti had passed.
Butler Santana had rented a new large house for Jasmine Yale, which would be much more comfortable to live in.
The new house was also very close to the school, a re ten-minute walk, and it was near Aunt Camden’s bakery.
While Jasmine Yale attended school during the day, Butler Santana would find ti to go out and do so things.
On the third day in Cakago, it was Saturday.
Jasmine Yale got up early, had breakfast, and went downstairs for a walk.
Cakago’s morning, shrouded in mist, had a unique atmosphere, with people of various kinds hurrying along in the neighborhood.
Transparent dewdrops clung to the leaves; when the wind blew, they would roll off and fall into the dust.
The sky was blue, and the sun was bright.
This place was full of urban and modern vibes, with skyscrapers everywhere in sight.
Jasmine Yale’s lower abdon wasn’t visibly protruding, and coupled with her loose-fitting dress, she looked no different than before.
She hadn’t yet told Aunt Camden’s family that she had returned.
She felt a bit lost.
After the walk, Jasmine Yale returned to the new house.
"Miss Yale, it’s Saturday today. Where do you plan to go? Shall I take you out for a walk? Oh no, I’m not familiar with this place; it should be you taking out," Butler Santana said with a smile.
"When I was in school before, I had a part-ti job working at a bakery. Now, I’d like to work again."
Butler Santana frowned with concern, "Miss Yale, perhaps it’s better not to go. Wait until after the first three months."
"The bakery is very close, within walking distance. Even if I don’t work, I could help out. I miss the owner," Jasmine replied.
Butler Santana understood that Jasmine was missing familiar people.
Regarding the bakery, Butler Santana knew of it. She knew Jasmine’s skills were honed from her long-ti work there.
"Then, Miss Yale, be careful. Please be cautious on the road; I am truly... quite worried," Butler Santana said nervously.
She was afraid sothing might happen. This child was Mr. Cheney’s bloodline, and Jasmine Yale’s only spiritual anchor.
"It’ll be fine," Jasmine comforted her, a gentle smile playing at the corner of her lips, "But Butler Santana, if Aunt Camden invites to stay for a al, I might not co back, but I will let you know."
"Alright, just be careful on your way. Be sure to stay safe," Butler Santana kept reminding her.
Jasmine Yale changed into a pair of white flat shoes, slung on her backpack, and walked out along the familiar road.
The morning breeze ruffled her dark hair, and in the mist, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.
It’s been a long ti.
Her heart throbbed uncontrollably; she didn’t even know how she felt at that mont.
In just a few months, so many changes had occurred...
Dust kicked up by the roadside as vehicles ca and went.
The bakery was still the sa bakery, standing quietly at the street corner, like a special landmark.
Every Saturday, the bakery business was exceptionally good, and today was no exception.
Jasmine Yale didn’t go in imdiately, but instead stood silently across the street, watching the familiar bakery.
She saw Aunt Camden.
Aunt Camden was still the sa, in great spirits, continuously greeting custors.
Jasmine Yale smiled, the corners of her lips curving slightly, with dimples faintly appearing on her cheeks.
In the breeze, she stood for a long ti, letting the sunlight pour over her.
The hem of her dress fluttered lightly, and ti remained serene.
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